V.J. : Writing

November

November

A Poem by V.J.


i don't know what love is, or if i've ever came close but i know how candy taste at 2a.m when the sadness just eats you away i dont know what he..
fin?

fin?

A Poem by V.J.


my first breath after a coma was like fire slow intense and burning till it bruned right through me and air could no longer fill my lungs could n..

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